A year ago, when we first caught Will Adamsdale and Chris Branch's piece about a man who becomes obsessed with a discarded receipt he has picked up in the street, it was a rough little show that was largely getting by on charm alone. Now it's a real cracker - and it hasn't lost an ounce of its charm, even though it paints a chilly picture of contemporary city life full of passive aggression.
Adamsdale is the main storyteller and anti-hero, while Branch provides the clever, clattering soundtrack and plays a variety of obstreperous doormen, barmen and bosses. They tell the story of an archaeological excavation of a long-lost city and the people who lived there, one man in particular: Wiley, who responds to the absurdities and intense loneliness of city life by going quietly mad. It is, paradoxically, the only sane decision, and one that allows him to retain his humanity. The exquisite ending, as the tiny, bereft figure of Wiley stares across the city at its twinkling heart, is full of both despair and hope.
In between, there is enormous fun to be had in a show that asks all the small questions - how do you know the light really does go out when you close the fridge door? - and all the big ones, too: why are we here? Is modern urban life killing us? This is a show that makes you yearn to get off the hamster wheel and make a bid for freedom.
· Until August 28. Box office: 0131-226 2428.
